Slave Driver - The Wailers

Ev’rytime I hear the crack of a whip

My blood runs cold

I remember on the slave ship

How they brutalize the very souls

Today they say that we are free

Only to be chained in poverty

Good God, I think it’s illiteracy;

It’s only a machine that makes money

Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all.

Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh

Slave driver, uh!

The table is turn, baby, now;

(catch a fire)

Catch a fire, so you can get burn, baby, now.

(catch a fire)

Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all;

(catch a fire)

Catch a fire: so you can get burn, now.

(catch a fire)

Ev’rytime I hear the crack of a whip

My blood runs cold

I remember on the slave ship

How they brutalize the very soul

O God, have mercy on our souls!

Oh, slave driver, the table is turn, y’all;

(catch a fire)

Catch a fire, so you can get burn.

(catch a fire)

Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all;

(catch a fire)

Catch a fire …